Two months have passed since the results were announced by the city's Sanhao. When I saw the list on the bulletin board, Lezhishi was very happy. All day long, it was in his mind that the elder brother won the prize and the elder brother will of course win the prize, and the cycle is repeated.

Autumn here is the same as spring. It lasts only two weeks. Sometimes even a day changes from summer to winter. The only evidence that autumn has existed is the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus throughout the city, which is diffused in the cold autumn breeze.

Two big osmanthus trees were planted in the small yard of Yang and Qizhe, one with yellow golden osmanthus, and one with reddish osmanthus. After the monthly vacation, Le Zhishi and Song Yu were called by Lin Rong to beat them. Osmanthus.

They were called up early in the morning, and they happened to wear the same sweater that Lin Rong bought last year. Song Yu's was black and Lezhishi was milky white.

Around the osmanthus tree in the yard, Lin Rong spread a large clean tablecloth on the ground, and the two boys beat the branches with thin bamboo poles, and the golden fragments were scattered in the richness. When Lezhi was a child, he liked to do this. Although other flowers are also fragrant, the sweet-scented osmanthus is different. Its fragrance is sweet, and it seems to be connected to the taste.

"Enough is enough," Lin Rong smiled and put away a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus, "not much left, leave a little bit to smell it."

The two stopped, Song Yu put away the bamboo poles, and when he saw Lezhi's fluffy hair was covered with sweet-scented osmanthus, it was yellow, like Soufflé covered with maple syrup. He stretched out his hand silently, and one end of the bamboo pole swayed from behind and leaned forward, finally hitting the back of Lezhishi's head.

Le Zhishi slammed his head and turned back, and the sweet-scented osmanthus on his head rose up, but he still saw the bamboo pole that Song Yu took back, "You knock me."

Song Yu didn't mean to admit it at all. The bamboo pole had been retracted behind his back, with his hands on his back, and he did not speak.

"Aunt Rong, my brother knocked on my head." Le Zhishi ran after him, the bamboo pole in his hand fell to the ground, and a piece of flying osmanthus blossoms.

Lin Rong smiled helplessly: "Hey, be careful of stepping on the flowers!"

The flower didn't step on it, but ran over to step on the corner of the tablecloth. Lezhishi slipped a bit, and the whole person staggered forward and planted, but fortunately, it was caught by Song Yu.

Tian Xiang slammed into her arms, and those fine petals hidden in the fibers of Song Yu's sweater were also knocked out by Le Zhishi's fall, like a splash of careful thought, without being noticed.

"Stop making trouble." Song Yu held his elbow and helped him stand up.

"You were the one who made trouble with me first." Le Zhishi was irrational.

Song Yu glanced at him, "I want to remind you that there are many flowers on his head."

"You are not the same."

The last two people bowed their heads together and patted the sweet-scented osmanthus on their heads.

There were two large pots of flower feet that were mixed with many dead flowers and flower stalks. The mother and the three people sat on the table in the empty dining room and began to pick them, chatting by the way. The petals are the size of rice grains, and the pedicles and pedicels are more finely divided. When I was able to pick my eyes, I couldn't finish it.

"I know why this is delicious," Le Zhishi turned his neck, "It's not the flower but the time that is delicious."

"This sentence is very good." Lin Rong was a little surprised, and a little emotional, "The time spent makes the food more delicious. In fact, it's not just about making food, everything is like this."

Song Yu thought of "The Little Prince" that he had read to Le Zhishi when he was a child. He probably didn't remember it himself, but the words and sentences of these books before going to bed were still in his mind.

[You spent so much time on your roses, which makes your roses so important. ]

Sometimes he wonders if this is also the relationship between them. The time and company that have been spent have become a sunk cost that cannot be given up now.

A large pot of golden sweet-scented osmanthus, cleaned and dried, looks beautiful and clean. Lin Rong sprinkled a little salt with sweet-scented osmanthus and mixed them well to remove the astringency. Song Yu and Le Zhishi used boiling water to sterilize the glass jars. The processed flower is divided into two, half is used for candied osmanthus, and the other is used for osmanthus syrup.

The method of candied sweet-scented osmanthus is very simple. Put a thick layer of sweet-scented osmanthus in the glass jar, and then layer a thick layer of white sugar, so staggered, pour a little white wine on the top white sugar to cap, cover it, just wait Take it home and put it in the refrigerator.

"A lot of sugar." Le Zhishi stared at the glass jar, his face reflected on the glass tube.

"You have been working so hard at school. It's okay to eat more sugar."

Le Zhishi couldn't help but think of Xu Qichen's senior who had dinner together last time.

He looks like he needs to eat more sugar.

The method of osmanthus syrup is Japanese style. The equal weight of white wine and fine sugar are mixed with three times the water and boiled until it is slightly sticky. Lin Rong scooped up a spoon and gave it to Lezhishi to taste it. The sweetness was just right, so he thought of osmanthus. Pour in.

"I want to give senior Xu Qichen a bottle."

When Lezhi suddenly said such a sentence, Song Yu glanced at him as if asking why.

Before Le Zhishi had time to answer, Lin Rong, who was mixing the syrup, also remembered about the speech, and asked Song Yu: "Those two kids also won the prize."

"Yeah." Song Yu squeezed half a lemon and washed his hands again.

"Last time I heard you talk about it, I thought this child Xiao Xu was very pitiful." Lin Rong couldn't help sighing. "It happened before high school. If you change to other children, you will definitely not be able to go to school."

Song Yu didn't answer the conversation. The first reaction was to give Lin Rong a look. Lin Rong realized something, and then turned the words back, "But this kid is smart, and it must be from Peking University and Tsinghua University in the future."

But this did not divert Lezhishi's attention. As Song Yu expected, he asked very directly: "What happened?"

"Nothing." Song Yu helped his mother pour out the sweet-scented osmanthus syrup in a flat tone, "He was seriously injured in a car accident after the entrance exam."

The parents also passed away.

"This way..." Le Zhishi thought of Xu Qichen's quiet appearance during the meal that day. He was not as old as himself when he was in the car accident. But he couldn't say the three words really pitiful, because he didn't like such words, and he felt that Xu Qichen would definitely not like to listen.

Lin Rong changed the subject and pushed the lemon juice and wine glass in front of him, "Okay, Lele, the final finishing work is entrusted to you. The last thing is done before accompany your uncle on a business trip."

According to the requirements of Lezhi Shi, pour three spoons of lemon juice and two spoons of orange liqueur into the cooked syrup, and put them in different jam jars. It's done.

When the sun came out in the afternoon, Le Zhishi and Song Yu sat on the stone tables and chairs in the small courtyard, one silently recitation of classical Chinese and the other doing questions. Lin Rong brought out a pot of hot black tea with lemon slices and sweet-scented osmanthus syrup. Lezhishi drank two large cups and ate a small plate of fried fresh milk with syrup, which was very satisfying.

When we went to bed the next morning, Lezhishi's first thing was to see if her sweet-scented osmanthus had melted together. As soon as she opened the refrigerator, the white candies that had been layered melted.

"It's amazing." He whispered to himself, and then unscrewed the jars one by one according to Lin Rong's previous instructions, and stirred the sweet-scented osmanthus inside.

The flowers bloomed by a big tree in a hard year, they tossed all morning, and they made six small pots.

The night before the couple went on a business trip, Lezhi was enthusiastic about distributing his gifts, "I gave one of these two cans of sweet-scented osmanthus to the senior, and I took the other to my friend."

"What about your syrup?" Lin Rong asked.

"Brother Song Yu, syrup!" Le Zhishi had planned long ago. Song Yu's room also has a refrigerator. He puts the syrup in his place, so he can find an excuse to run to Song Yu's room to drink tea.

He was an activist, and as he said, he held the syrup upstairs, while Song Yu was not ready to put it all into his refrigerator.

Opening the door, he suddenly discovered that Song Yu's always empty refrigerator contained a row of yogurt.

It's still cheese.

Going to school on Monday, Lezhi Shi brought sweet-scented osmanthus flowers all the way carefully, for fear of breaking the glass bottle, ready to go to school to give it to his best friend Jiang Yufan.

After the monthly exam, their class changed seats again. Now Lezhishi sits in four sets of windows, and Jiang Yufan sits in one set of windows. Early self-study came early. Seeing Jiang Yufan's seat window was open, and no one came yet, he stood directly in the corridor and pulled his schoolbag out of the jar.

The incandescent lamp in the classroom illuminates the candied sweet-scented osmanthus crystal clear, especially attractive.

When Jiang Yufan's tablemate saw him, his eyes lit up, "Wow, what is this? It looks so delicious."

Le Zhishi was about to speak when he was suddenly hit with his back and almost knocked off the glass jar in his hand. There was a pain on his back, Lezhi Shi put down the jar and twisted his eyebrows, and saw four boys surrounding a small male classmate, pushing and shoving to the bathroom.

"Don't pay attention to them." Jiang Yufan said to Lezhi when he was at the same table, "Wang Jie in the next class is a bastard. That short guy is a kid who skipped grades in their class. He seems to be called Cheng Mingming and is always bullied."

"Why?" Le Zhishi asked, frowning.

"I heard that he has money in his family, and it was brought by his grandparents. I don't know how he got married. Several **** in their class are always blackmailing him."

Jiang Yufan was at the same table very disdainfully, "If you have the ability to single out the bigger ones, what is the ability to bully children who are not in charge of parents. Isn't it?"

"You're right." Le Zhishi took a bag and put it on Jiang Yufan's desk, turned around and went to the bathroom. Jiang Yufan didn't meet at the same table, so he grabbed the window and wanted to call him, "Hey no, Le Zhishi!"

He didn't look back. Jiang Yufan was at the same table and wondered, this is a well-known good-tempered student, why is he so brave today? But he didn't dare to follow, if something really happened, he wouldn't be able to take it off.

There were a lot of people in the bathroom, and there was a person watching the wind standing by the door. Lezhishi was directly stopped when he passed by, "What are you doing?"

"Wash your hands." Lezhishi said.

"Wait later." The other party also recognizes him. After all, he is also a celebrity in the junior high school. It's hard to say things too badly, "Did you see something inside?"

Le Zhishi looked innocent, "What's the matter?"

The other party was obviously choked by his words and glanced back awkwardly. Lezhishi took this opportunity to push his arm in. The other party hurriedly pulled and was thrown away by Lezhishi. After all, when Le Zhishi was compared with Song Yu every time, he always felt that he was growing slowly, but compared with boys of the same grade, his height was also dominant.

"What are you doing?"

Standing in the middle with a fierce face is likely to be the Wang Jie that Jiang Yufan said at the same table, Lezhishi is thinking about it in his heart. Calling the name always seems to respect the other person, after all, he doesn't want to fight, and he doesn't want to cause trouble.

"Student Wang Jie."

Sure enough, he turned his head away and looked at him repeatedly, "What's wrong?"

Le Zhishi nodded, like a personal alarm clock, "I'm going to study in the morning in fifteen minutes."

"I the **** want you to remind me? Just you are a good student?" Wang Jie said cruelly, but the man turned around, "It's not your own business to take care of it."

Seeing that his own reminder did not work as it should, Lezhishi sighed inaudibly, and said more bluntly: "Don't bully your classmates."

"You thought you were playing a school drama." Wang Jie sneered dissatisfiedly. "Don't think that some little girls are holding you and take yourself seriously. What a thing." He kicked and shrank. The student in the corner, "Are you familiar with him? I'm helping you so that I want to lend you to the limelight, right?"

Several people who followed him also came over, seeming to be about to block Lezhishi, but they were still opened by Lezhishi. He went up and directly helped the student who had been on the ground up, and found the bottom of the child's pants pocket. They were all turned out and exposed, so they raised their eyes to Wang Jie, "You pay him back his money."

Wang Jie was annoyed at once, and pushed Le Zhishi violently, "What are you, dare to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs!"

Le Zhishi's shoulder blades hit the wall, and the pain caused him to frown again, but he didn't want to pester such a person, not to mention that there were so many people, and he would definitely suffer from a fight.

Since childhood, Lezhi has never done anything to show off, which is very strange to him. When encountering something that is not good, his habit is to imitate, and imagine what would happen to him if it were Song Yu.

The child who was beaten was very scared, shaking behind Lezhishi. Le Zhishi tried to make herself look calmer, as Song Yu always did, "If you just hit someone, it's nothing. It can be said to be a small conflict between classmates in front of the teacher. But if you don't pay back the money, It's robbery, you can go to the police."

After speaking in a serious manner, Le Zhishi pointed out again, "Look, many people in the corridor saw it, and there are cameras around the corner. I really called the police, there is a lot of evidence." He blinked after he finished speaking. , Asked Wang Jie, "Have you been to the police station?"

Wang Jie suddenly changed his face. Although he was called a gangster by everyone, he was a third-year student who hadn’t really ganged up in society. He had never been to the bureau. He was so bluffed, and he still felt a little bit in his heart. Panicked, "Fuck, I see if you dare to call the police!"

The bullied Cheng Mingming was so scared to hide behind Lezhishi, Lezhishi held his arm tightly, "Even if he doesn't dare, I can take him with him. Anyway, I only need to make a confession."

In fact, he had never been to a police station, and he didn't understand the process. All his confessions were seen in TV dramas, but he looked at Wang Jie as a paper tiger.

"You!" Wang Jie choked fiercely, turned around and called to his "little brother", "Give it to him, it's a **** thing to pay back such a small amount of money."

The little brother threw the two pieces of one hundred yuan and one piece of fifty that he had snatched on the ground. Le Zhishi bent over and picked it up for him, numbing them one by one, "Let's see if there is any shortage?"

"Fart!"

Hearing Wang Jie's curse, he only frowned and ignored him. Seeing Cheng Mingming shook his head and said in a low voice, he felt that the matter was almost handled, so he helped the scared child to go out. That Wang Jie consciously had no light on his face, and his mouth was still not clean when he was done, "What a **** bad luck..."

Le Zhishi was too lazy to take care of him, and he kept walking until he walked to the door and heard another sentence.

"Your mother is dead to let you be so busy, fuck."